2. Stoned and Ravished
I might call your name tonight if you're, like, not expired.
I might need this flight tonight' cause it's, like, my muse tired.
And call you...Here you are again, I'm famished. There you go
leaving me stoned and ravished.

3. Dead Ringer
I don't know why you bring me the sun but you do. It isn't mine
to know you. And the stars go down in you. Here you go bringing
them all around. I don't know why your face is the moon but it
is. It isn't mine to know this. And the stars are made of you.
Here you go bringing them down. But is seems to me like I'm finding
another dead ringer for him and the Earth's a small place for
you, too, I presume. I don't know why I made my mind up about
you but I'm bringing it down, bringing it down. And if it were
all up to me I'd take the time to make you mine. But it seems
to me like I'm loving another dead ringer for him and the Earth's
a small place for you, too, I presume. I don't know why I said
goodbye to you but I did. Kissing the words you wrote instead
of your lips. And the sky fell down behind you. You left bringing
it all down. But it seems to me like I'm losing another dead
ringer for him and the world's a big place for me, too, I presume.

4. Mosquito Stung
This is a chair for the only man, sitting in nightshade, waiting
return home, puzzling his distance. This is a ring for the woman
he left, propping up pillows, smoking 100s, fading out in TV
blue. Sounds are forbidden here except late at night there's
a long way to pass by unnoticed, unsung. Why don't you crawl
in the sheets with her? Take the chair to the table, sir. Outside
gets you lonelier and mosquito stung. These are the lips of the
son on the right misquoting his wisdom, speaking to his Zeus
then, hoping that he's coping with Henry and high. And I say,
ah...I went outdoors with you bringing green home. Sounds are
forbidden here except late at night there's a long way to pass
by unnoticed, unsung. Why don't you crawl in the sheets with
her? Take the chair to the table, sir. Outside gets you lonelier
and mosquito stung.

5. Ecstasy
I'm gonna drop this and be a member of my new family. The possibilities
setting in, my third mind at ease. All of my life is demand.
Bring it up, bring it, bring it, bring it here. I'm in ecstasy
when enveloping Huey, so peace me together brother, release three.
All of my life is a jam. Give it up, give it, give it here. I'm
in ecstasy. Ecstasy plant in me. Ecstasy plant in me. (Ecstasy
plant in me, extra free. Ecstasy plant in me agree.) I'll admit
to tasting the sky key. Let it enter and open me. I'm in ecstacy.
Ecstasy plant in me. Ecsstasy plant in me.

6. Gold
Joni told me as a child I was fine to be a little green. Told
her, "My name is Gold." Honey, get to know him now,
his name was Red, and when he asked me who I was, told him "My
name is Gold." Spinning in a web that's trying its best
to hold me but making it cocoon. I'm emerging full-fledged. Gold.
Nicky is he showing me the way to blue? Is it only me or was
someone else told "My name is Gold."

8. Widows Burn
There won't be time for bringing up all my sins today. Will it
make me silly, make me pray? And through the love he leaves I
believe his image stood staring from the end of the hall. Dark
shadows, is that a smile? Come here now, this is worthwhile.
All out the corners of my eyes, Kristin, tell me when you woke
your ghost, did it make you cry? Summon him closer stop there,
it that him candlelit and shimmering, or just dandruff falling
on my guitar? Kate woke the witch, now look where we are. Would
you believe that widows burn? Would you believe that widows burn?
Would you believe believe believe? Believe the testimony. Expanding
rapidly, shaking off fresh flakes of fun. Green and white, hey
some colors, son. Like Irish and angel that's what you are really,
in color from nature and me. Mmm, I love it and I hate it this
way: accepting that we love and decay. Ooh, I love it and I hate
it this way: accepting that we love and decay. Would you believe
that widows burn? Imbued, and heads turned. I played with death
and heaven learned. Believe the testimony's being tested, honey.

9. Breather

10. Higher Places
Living on the New York line between freaks and armies. Waiting
for the time I feel that East Harlem ease. Hoping that God will
finish my last forty-ouncer. He could, you never know with that
crazy love announcer. Why did I leave Los Angeles, Dad? Why the
intentional abyss? Why a breakdown and then One-hundred Street?
Why this bliss? Dipping well below the laws of Hell and wonder.
Giving up the hope that she'll return from where fate has stunned
her. I thought your leaving here would be bottom-runged. But
I'm still overwhelmed here with lapses and lungs. Why did I leave...Made
my way, made my way home. Made my way, made my way a home. Underneath
a welcome rush of higher places, I've forgotten everything but
where my place is. Why did I leave...Made my way...

11. Hover
Oh my God, it's true. For you this chapter's through. I did not
know my name that day. You're the man who loves me. You love
to love me. I will not ask why you won't heal for me. Oh, my
God, it's true, For us this chapter's through. I did not know
your name today. He's the man who loved me. He loved to love
me. I will not ask why he wouldn't heal for me. And my mind is
breaking over your headbirth and hover. And I think I'm crazy
thinking thoughts like this moments after, "I can do great
things now, I can do great things. Now I can do great things,
now I can do great things."

12. Day Haze
Sixteen kinds of madness have passed through me. Lord, do you
see me, some sad Sybil quibbling with my consciences under sheets?
Do you dare to be our greatest lover? I've been seeing through
blue into double-drop eye dew days. Spent Saturday away sucking
up for rent, Sunday's always spent taste-snaking snuck smoke.
I've been seeing through boo-hoo into double drop eye dew day
haze. Spent Saturday away sucking up for rent, Sunday's always
spent taste-snaking snuck smoke. Mend, fragment, pine, forget.
End and break new, sting and regret. I've been seeing from me
to me into double-drop eye dew day haze.

13. Mad Elegant
That's it, blacken the windows, I'm feeling Nunsexmonkrock. Oh,
I'm getting crazy now. I'm dropping out. Taking this break to
become mad elegant. To assume mad elegance, to become mad elegant.
To assume mad elegance was becoming one in one in one. See, see,
see how it goes? Without shadows scattered 'round no one knows
I embraced sorrow and then let him go. Eccentric ritual taking
place, a bathroom student flickering late. Let him hold my face.
I sparkle great with mad energy. You become mad elegant. You
assume mad elegance. You become mad elegant. You assume mad elegance.

16. Overflow
My father's dead. Did that just go through my head? My sister's
showing me another side of her. My mother's gone into toxic shock.
My brother's the same block of boy I've known since I was ten.
So, this is dread. Can I have something else instead of caterwaul?
Would you be calling my eyes red? My limit's gone gone gone into
oxygen, breathing in the biggest birth-escape to event me since
I was twelve with love coming up from below. I could not get
caught. I could overflow. So, pleasure after death. So, joy after
pain. My limit's gone gone gone into oxygen, breathing out the
biggest birth-escape to event me since I was twelve with love
coming up from below. I would not get caught. I would overflow.
So, pleasure after death. So, joy after pain.